Brie Gets Eighteen Inches
Mister Coffee
The affected counties will see significant snowfalls starting in the evening, with up to two feet of accumulation. Hazardous driving conditions are expected beginning Monday night and throughout the Tuesday morning commute.
“Sounds like we might have a snow day tomorrow,” Brie said.
“It’s just a forecast,” I cautioned. “Human weather forecasts aren't worth much, just a guess.”
“They said eighteen inches, I want eighteen inches.” Brie crossed her arms.
***
Both of us looked out the window before going to bed. There was snow, little flakes dancing in the wind, to my mind not likely to amount to much. Airborne frost at best. but I didn’t want to say that, didn’t want to curb her enthusiasm. She was like a filly on the cusp of her first real snow and I knew things were different on Earth, they had scientific computer models that would tell everyone how much snow there was and when, and we just didn’t have that.
We brushed our teeth and she put on her nightshirt and got in bed; I wrapped a hoof around her and snuggled up against her.
***
The morning light woke us and neither of us were in any hurry to get out of bed. It was cozy under the covers, and we both knew it would be cold without them.
I could tell that the weatherponies had brought some snow, at least. It was piled up on the window sill, almost to the first rail. More than the sills usually gathered, and I started to feel like a young colt again, dreaming of snow days.
But I wasn’t a young colt any more; I had responsibilities, and the covers were off so I yawned and stretched and she did too.
Her feet didn’t like cold floors, and she hesitated before making her way to the bathroom. I shambled into the kitchen and got the stove going, then filled the percolator and put it in place. In the morning, heat and coffee were the most important things.
The cold air made her nipples poke through the thin fabric of her nightshirt and I nuzzled my head against her breast. She gave me a half-hearted slap and picked the percolator off the wood stove. It wasn’t done yet but she poured herself a cup anyway and took a sip.
“We got snow.”
“Yeah.”
“Do ponies have snow days?”
“Uh.” I didn’t know how to answer. We had snow, we had days with snow, the proof was in front of both of us, drifted against the front door and piled on the windowsill. “It snowed, so I guess.”
“Silly.” She poked my muzzle. “Like, days where school is cancelled because of the snow?”
“Everypony knows when it’s supposed to snow,” I said. “Even school.”
“Mmh.” She rubbed her hand on my back. “I don’t feel like going to work today, how about you?”
I knew that glint in her eyes, and I couldn’t refuse it. There was a lot of snow, ponies wouldn’t want to trudge through it if they could help it, plus it had been scheduled. . . .
“Fuck work.”
“No.” She grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head. “Fuck me.”
“Here and now?”
“Well.” She glanced at her coffee cup and set it on the counter. “It’s a snow day.”
“Yeah.” I shifted on my hooves, I could feel myself dropping just at the suggestion, and then she slid her hands along the waistband of her panties and pulled them down.
I never got tired of the stripe of hair leading to her vulva, so different than a pony. Course and tempting, I nuzzled it and then her clit.
“Somebody’s eager,” she said.
I didn’t reply—not with words. My tongue was enough of a response, and she leaned back against the counter and clenched her hand in my mane.
***
After, the two of us cuddled together on the couch watching the snowflakes come down. Her hand was on my shaft, lazily stroking, while I leaned up against her shoulder. “Be warmer if you were in me,” she said.
“Yeah.”
She took that as an invitation, leaning down and kissing the tip of my cock, and I was expecting a blowjob, but she brought her head back up. “All the way in me.”
There was only one place all of me fit, and that had taken careful experimentation. “I’ll get the lube.”
“Don’t keep me waiting.”
“Wouldn’t consider it.” I nuzzled her cheek and then kissed her, our tongues intertwining.
***
She was on her stomach when I returned, her butt facing me. I hopped up on the couch and nosed my way between her legs, pressing up against her.
I stuck my muzzle between her cheeks and kissed her butthole, then started working my tongue around the tight pucker, giving her a chance to loosen up. Brie didn’t have a tail in the way, which made it easier.
She’d told me once that none of her former boyfriends had ever been willing to eat her ass, which was their loss.
The lube was cold, but I wasn’t going to be cold for long. I kissed my way up her back as I got into position, pressing my head against her, easing my way in.
Brie moaned and sucked in a breath, and then I was in, working my way forward, inward, pausing again as my medial ring pressed against her.
“Keep going,” she muttered, her voice muffled by the couch cushions. “All the way in.”
Slight resistance, and then I was moving forward again, feeling her squeeze around me, feeling her tense under me, still sliding in until I was all the way in, and it wasn’t time to thrust yet. I kissed the nape of her neck and sniffed at her hair, and I nibbled on her shoulder while she pushed her butt against me.
The first thrusts were slow and cautious, my ears perked for moans of pain, and then I got my rhythm and started pounding her ass, my balls bouncing against her clit at the bottom of each stroke. She trembled under my belly, moaned into the pillow, and I slammed in deeper and deeper, as deep as I could go.
My pleasure built and I slowed my pace until it was time and instinct took over.
She held herself against me as I came, and then I slumped across her back, not ready to pull out just yet. My body could decide when that happened. I was content to feel her around me and to nibble and tongue her ear.
***
The the two of us cuddled together on the couch watching the snowflakes come down. Brie was on her back and I had my head on her chest, my focus on her nipples poking against the thin cotton. She was idly rubbing my ear.
I gave into temptation and nuzzled a nipple. Brie sighed happily, then turned to me, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“You wanna go out and do it in the snow?”
I’d never done it in the snow before, but I was more than willing to give it a try.
